I stayed up all night and day writing this. And it amuses me. Because my mused died more than half way through it.

Harry struggled against the unknown Death Eater that held him as they appeared into a vast room with a loud crack. He yelled against the hand that covered his mouth, and shook violently within the arm that was firmly wrapped around his chest. He continued to struggle against the arms that bound him in place, and the hand that attempted to silence him. It was bad enough that he was hurting himself while struggling but as soon as they had arrived in the room pain seared from his scar, and it took everything he had to keep from yelling in pain. He would continue to yell and struggle against the Death Eater until he was thrown down to the ground where his hands at once flew to his head. Harry wasn't bothered by the sounds of the sniggering Death Eaters around him as they begun to circle, he was too absorbed in pain.

The two dogs quietly made their way into the Riddle Manor, the exact same thing on each of their minds; why couldn't they have been cats? Doing the whole sneaking in thing would have been so much easier. Then again, only one of them had ever been inside of the hold house as a dog, and it wasn't exactly to get in. It was to get out, and even then he had left tracks. In blood no less. Draco was fairly sure that the remaining Death Eaters knew to look for and capture any dogs that they saw wandering in and out of the place. Well, that was just spiffing, really. If they were caught, there were as good as dead. If they had been younger, he would have been dead before Harry, having betrayed the Death Eaters as a sixteen year old. No - he would have been dead if Lucius hadn't been killed. But that wasn't the point.

The point at hand was merely to figure out where they were supposed to be going with no way of communicating with each other in their animagi form. That was one of the many downsides to the whole plan. But their senses were shaper, which was something that the two of them were very glad for. Twice already, they had avoided being caught, both times it was the same Death Eater that walked past them. That told both Harry and Draco that there wasn't many Death Eaters that they had to deal with, even though there was only two that they wanted to deal with. They would probably end up dealing with the lot of them.

Both men, well, dogs, heard the sounds of a little girl crying.

Candle light flickered, threatening to go out. Threatening to leave the manor in a killer darkness of the calm night. The stale and dead air gave no warning, showed no signs of a changing wind, and that was not a good sign. The cry of a little girl soon came to a hush, and the soft pitter patters of hurried, scattered footsteps were heard through the manor. Frantic were the moving footsteps, along the walls were the shadows of running house elves, holding clothing. They had been set free. A high pitched scream sounded through the house, and then the sound of breaking glass. Harry took that as his cue to transform back, and so he did, Draco following suit soon after. Both of them looking around their surroundings, both knew exactly where they were. Again one of them knew it from coming into the manor, and the other from running out of it.

With another scream they ran forward.

"Potter, we're going to die," Draco hissed between breaths as the two of them continued to run. When Harry snorted he narrowed his eyes.

"We're not going to die. Stop exaggerating and run!"

It didn't take the two men much long in running, or so they figured, before they entered a room. It was a room that Draco recognized almost at once. It had been the room where the Death Eaters held their meetings, it was also the room where he had first been marked as a Death Eater. He wouldn't know it, but Harry knew the room as well; as the room he had nearly died in. Or rather, the room that he would have died in. But it was the sight before them that they both easily remembered from their own past experiences. A small group of Death Eaters lined the wall opposite of them. If the men had wanted to take a step back, they didn't find it in themselves to do so as they stared at the Death Eaters. There weren't that many. Four or five at the most.

There was a resounding cackle that seemed to have echoed around the room. Not a single person moved even as the doors behind both Harry and Draco slammed shut. If the two of them would still have been sixteen year old boys, they would have grabbed at each others hands, instead they opted for standing closer together, their hands gripping their wands. They were met by the same cynical smirk that neither of them would ever forget in their wildest dreams. Bellatrix Lestrange had stepped forward, a black cloak draped her shoulders. She looked ever the Death Eater. Purely insane and murderous, that could have been the only way to describe her, both Harry and Draco knew it.

The woman took her time, studying them. It was her way. A sneer curled on her lips as she heard the child cry out again. "Give it a doll, Rodolphus," she snarled, glancing out of the corner of her eyes to look at her husband. Not one Death Eater moved, but the child had finally stopped crying. Bellatrix couldn't help the smirk that found its way to her face next. "Tell me, Potter," she hissed, stepping down from where she stood. "What great speech did our lord say to you when last you were here? I suppose he told you that it was not love that mattered but power, yes?" There were murmurs that circled around the Death Eaters and she held her hand up to silence them. The sound of a low rising chuckle filled the room. "I remember you. You were in pain. Do you remember Potter? You wouldn't scream for me. You were so young."

There was a thud as Harry was thrown against a stone wall. Groaning in pain did he fall to the floor to the sounds of several snickering Death Eaters, only one held a smirk so proud and full of cynical mirth. She was enjoying this. This was the pain that she had longed to cause, and now to finally be able to cause it - it was wonderful. There was a moan of pain that had been emitted from the fallen boy and a smirk crept onto her lips as she strode to him. The Boy Who Lived was in as much pain as she had ever seen him, and she was loving it. To bask in his pain was something of a dream come true for her. And as if to prove it, she struck her foot out, kicking him square in the ribs, and watched as Harry cried out in pain. Wonderful, she smiled as she bent down to whisper in his ear.

"Scream for me, Harry," she hissed, raising her wand to the boy. "Imperio!"

Inside his head, Harry fought. He fought the voice telling him to scream. He squirmed on the ground, racking his body with pain as the mental battle continued. When at last his body was curled up he gave the hoarse cry of, "No! I wont!" caused Bellatrix to take a step back, a sneer forming on her lips as she glared down at the boy.

"Do you hear him!" She shouted to the Death Eaters in the room, waving her arms around before turning once more to face the boy. "If he wont scream for me," Bellatrix sneered, her wand once more pointed at Harry, whose eyes were barely open enough to be able to see straight. "Then he will hurt. Crucio!"

If only mental battles were the only thing Harry had to worry about at the moment as he watched the woman before him smirk knowingly. He had to wonder how a witch like her ever made it out of Hogwarts, he couldn't care to know how she got married; from what he saw, her husband was just as insane as she was, but it wasn't to him that she had a child. That thought still sickened him. He was very sure that it sickened Draco as well. "You've been planning this."

"Oh, aren't we the smart little Auror," Bellatrix cooed.

Draco snickered beside Harry. "I told you she was one brain cell short of pure insanity." Of course, his aunt didn't fail to hear that. She smirked, before she turned her head, chin up.

"And you're the one from a family of deranged murderers," she snapped. Draco snickered. "Not to mention you were ever the only one of us to be left for dead by his own father. I do believe he had attempted to gut you, is that true, or was Lucius playing boastful as he normally was?"

That was the trigger of both men. But the first reaction came from Draco. He had rushed up to his aunt, bringing his first back, he brought it slamming into her nose. And that was the very trigger of all activity in the room. The Death Eaters began to move forward as Draco brought his fist slamming into Bellatrix's nose once more. Harry was the first to notice that one of the Death Eaters had raised his wand. Amongst the shuffling and mass movement and the flying curses, it could have actually been a rather amusing sight to beheld.

"Stupef-!"

"Expelliarmus!"

"Reducto!"

"Stupefy!"

"Rennervate!"

"Oh, bugger."

"You know a little help would be nice! Stunning, stunning would be good."

Draco snickered, before performing the full body bind on one of the Death Eaters. "It would be good if they would stop unstunning each other!" He shouted, moving out of the way of a charging Death Eater. "Protego!" He had managed to choke out before he could be hit by a random spell shot at him by his uncle. Staggering backward a bit he grumbled something about his damned family and how the lot of them needed to burn in hell. The inane battle of shouting curses and hexes back and forth continued. It was actually amusing at the point when Harry had cast the tickling charm on one Death Eater just so that he could stun another. In the end the raven haired man had stunned them both. Draco, put the last one more full body bind on a Death Eater before checking to see that all who were down had been stunned.

The only Death Eater to remain standing was Bellatrix. And she sat in a place where the men least wanted her. She was sitting next to Janie, stroking the now crying girl's hair, a smirk having fallen across her features once more. Harry shot Draco a glance, and all that the blonde could do was give him a look that read 'One brain cell short', before glancing to his aunt who had just pushed Janie away and stood up, looking at the two men. She couldn't have looked any more haunting then at that very moment. Harry reached into his pocket and tapped a rune, sending an emergency signal to the Ministry. Random throwing of spells had done the most of what needed to be done, even if it was an amusing sight to witness, but he wasn't about to take all of the Death Eaters in by himself.

"Daddy!" Janie cried for the first time since Harry and Draco had arrived. She sat in the corner with her knees drawn up to her chest. Her simple cry for Harry caused Bellatrix to laugh and the men to narrow their eyes, raising both their wands to the older witch. She smirked.

"Save me, daddy," she mocked, before going choosing to laugh in only the way an insane maniac would. Only her laugh was high pitched, and caused both the men to wince accordingly. "How are you going to save your widdle bitty daughter, Potter? Are you going to show her how a wizard kills? I'm sure she would absolutely love to see that."

Janie by this time was looking up, as if she were trying to figure out just what was going on. She only huddled herself more into the corner of which she sat, too afraid to move from her spot. The woman scared her. That was an understatement, the woman terrified her. She was very certain that she was going to have nightmares of the creepy woman until she was well older than her dad, that alone was a scary, scary thought. Her dad was old! She never wanted to get as old as him.

Harry glanced quickly over to his daughter before looking up at Bellatrix. He had thought that at the ages fifteen through seventeen he had loathed her, hated her. But what she had done this time, taken his daughter, hate and loathing weren't even the words to begin what he was feeling. Pent up anger, perhaps. She was the woman who had first killed his godfather, and then a year later would have killed him if it weren't for Voldemort having the intention of killing Harry himself. After the years he had spent trying to track her down, it came to this. Back in the room where he was meant to die at the age of sixteen. Rather ironic actually.

"She's not going to see how a wizard kills," Harry said, causing a quirk of an eyebrow from Draco beside and snicker from Bellatrix. "At least not how a proper wizard kills."

It dawned on Draco just what Harry meant. As an Auror, his job called for him to be a 'proper' wizard. If there was ever any need to take a wanted Auror out, the killing curse was what was needed. In all the years of reading the Daily Prophet, he had never once read that Harry used that curse. However, Draco did bare witness before to Harry killing someone. As gruesome as it had been. Harry had been completely silent at that time as well, moving his wand to guide the knife that was being used. How Harry had learned to do that at the age of sixteen wasn't something that Draco rather fancied learning. All he knew was the other man had always been a quick learner when it came to spells.

The blood was already beginning to stain the snow, but neither of the boys seemed to notice. One was staring in shock at that sight that he saw while the other continued to draw an M in the air with his wand, watching as the knife slide across the mans chest, cutting deeper and deer each time. Four times did it before Harry stopped at the bottom left corner of the M, the knife sticking out of the Death Eaters chest. He brought his arm down in one swift movement, the knife mimicking his actions, dragging from the mans chest to his stomach. When movement of the knife stopped, Harry dropped his wand.

The Gryffindor took a step back in the alley, looking at the scene before him. Watching as the man who was no on the ground, reached a hand out to his son. Draco didn't move toward him. Draco moved back and with that action Lucius Malfoy began to laugh. His last dying sounds were of an insane low laugh that soon turned into gargling coughs before eventually he lay dead in the snow. Both boys just stood there, looking at the body on the ground. Lucius Malfoy had been a mad man until the very end.

Harry took another step back, not even bothering to pick up his wand. "I hate knives."

Not one person in the room could count how fast the next few moments went. Everything seemed to have gone by in a blur. From Harry telling Janie to close her eyes to when he had conjured a knife. The Auror and the Death Eater circled each other, and Draco moved toward Janie, avoiding getting as close to Bellatrix had he could. Hisses of pain filled the room as both the Auror and Death Eater began attacking each other with wands at first. Cuts ranging from their arms, legs, abdomen, and chest covered their bodies by this point. The ending had been rather dramatic, in the sense that it looked like something out of a cheap action movie.

Well, that and a case of Harry having two left feet. If it weren't for the fact that he was actually trying to be careful with his footing, he wouldn't have tripped. But he did. It was a good trip nonetheless. The knife had landed on its target, and Harry's falling action, brought it down with him. From the back of the room, however, Draco couldn't contain his snickering. That had to have been the stupidest, if not funniest thing, he had ever seen since he had left Hogwarts. When Harry finally stood up, he didn't bother to take back the knife. He just turned his head the minute the doors opened, and three Aurors came through. So much for the emergency call.

After a moment or two discussing the events that had happened, the five stunned Death Eaters were hauled off as was one very dead Bellatrix Lestrange. Draco still hadn't stop sniggering, even as he walked with Harry back out onto the streets outside with Janie in his arms.

"I think my mother should have you in dancing lessons."

"Shut up."

Draco smirked. "Oh but Harry," he whined shifting Janie in his arms slightly. "You were just so graceful back there."

"Do you wanna go? Lets go," Harry snickered, shoving Draco slightly as they walked. He rolled his eyes however when Draco batted his eye lashes.

"Only if you promise me a candlelit dinner."

Janie lifted her head slightly to look at her dad. She pursed her lips together momentarily. "Daddy," she pouted, causing Harry to look over at her before she spoke again. "I want pancakes and waffles when we get home. Can I have pancakes and waffles?" With that the five year old rested her head on Draco's shoulder once more before yawning. Draco couldn't help but to snigger.

"You cook, Potter? I didn't know that."

"I don't," Harry paused. "But you do."

Now it was Harry's turn to snicker.